Ye Tong's cooking skills, though slightly inferior to Zhou Wenhui's, were still a feast for the senses.
After all, having been shadowing a master chef every day, even a novice wouldn't be that bad at cooking.
Of course, Yang Fan was an exception.
It's not like he never set foot in the kitchen; he often dealt with the task of tending the fire, but he didn't manage to learn a thing about cooking.
If he had to cook for himself, it might be an exaggeration to say he could starve to death.
After lunch, Wei Juan and Ye Tong gathered up the dishes together.
Yang Fan was already getting handsy on the side, having been energized by food and drink, he of course had to find something interesting to do.
When her skirt was lifted, Wei Juan blushed profusely, her entire being resembling a cooked crab.
She kept glancing nervously at Ye Tong and whispered in Yang Fan's ear, "Fanzi, you, you go with sister-in-law first..."
